The first time I told God I didn’t want to believe in God, I was immediately terrified. So sure I was going to be sent promptly to hell, I knew I had to do something to reverse it.
I knelt trembling by my bed, clasped my shaking hands together and prayed what I had learned as the sinner’s prayer.
I was eleve…
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